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Ikkaku X Rangiku

Out of bordeom I wrote thee...

The impossible has been accomplished!

Warning: OOC, language,

Rating: M (For language)

Summary: Rangiku and Ikkaku lost a bet to their Captains: Thus forced to go on 5 dates in a row, the final one ending in a kiss. Can they meet the expectation?

Enjoy.

Also, I really need to finish this XD

The air was warm as the two who were forced onto this infamous expedition walked side by side, into the carnival. The music drifted around them like background music.

"Lousy pick." Rangiku Matsumoto grumbled. Ikkaku Madarame groaned.

"Look, I wasn't the one who picked this shitty place, alright?!" He snapped. "Zaraki-Taichou did!"

"Always Bellboy who chooses the place, should've known. Look let's just hurry up and get through this alright?"

"Fine." They walked in silence, rode rides in silence, everything was silent. It wasn't until Ikkaku got fed up with the quietness did he actually say something.

"I know you don't want to do this, and neither do I but, say something so I don't go berserk with all the quietness!"

"Dickhead." She said simply. He was bald, and when he stood straight he really did look like a dick. Probably why he slouches.

"What?"

"You look like a dickhead."

"You little-"

"Bitch? Whore? What?" She said picking up a baseball to hurl it at the moving targets. "All of those certainly fit pretty well."

"Are you pissed at me?" Ikkaku asked meekly.

"No." She threw a ball. Thunk. "I mad at," Thunk. "My little snotty-ass brat of a Captain, for putting me here. He knows I don't like you too much." She tossed the last ball to him.

"And?" He threw it. Thunk.

"And...well that's about it. I mean we don't talk much, nor do we have anything in common."

"I like to drink every now and then." Ikkaku grunted throwing another round of baseballs. Thoof, thoof, thoof. "Ain't know reason to not like me."

"Look Baldy, we're just-"

"Call me bald one more time and I swear I'll bitch slap you so hard you wish you would've died on those plains of dirt."

She smirked at him. She grabbed up one of the baseballs, stepped back a foot or two...

"Ikkaku-san,"

"What now?" He looked at her.

"Catch!" She threw it at him, hitting him exactly between the eyes. He grunted, blood streamed from his nose at a rather face pace.

"What the hell Matsumoto?! Why'd you-"

"Don't ever insult me like that again, dip shit. You have no idea what I had to eat before comin' to the Soul Society!"

"Sorry geez!" He said nasally, before snapping his nose in place. "How am I suppose to know where you grew up?!"

"Just ask. Fox please." Rangiku said taking her prize. "Besides, what kind of man would you be if you just asked every once in awhile? A better one."

"I said sorry." Ikkaku reminded her.

"Sorry ain't gonna cover it...trust me."

"Ah...! They're having a sumo wrestling contest!" Ikkaku exclaimed.

"Go enjoy your smelly boy sport! I'll be at the bar down the street okay?" Rangiku called after him as he raced off. "Baka..."

The sound of low commotion, glass clinking together, and the smell of smoke wafting around Rangiku gave her a good feeling. She slammed down her shot glass and poured some more.

"Fuck..." She slurred.

"Easy now Rangiku, we don' wanna clean up yer puke later." Joe the bartender said taking the bottle from her. "You should get home 'fore Toushirou yells atcha'..."

"I ain't leavin' just yet Joe. Waitin' on Ikkaku. That fucker'stakin' too long." She said standing. A hand grabbed her ass. She spun around kneeing the drunk bastard in his stomach, before slamming his head on the counter.

"Oh great, another barfight." Joe muttered.

Just as a fist was thrown Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody played. Matsumoto kicked three back, knocked out a few, and watched as one pulled out a switchblade. Just as he lunged, a fist slammed into his face.

"You okay, Matsumoto?"

"I'm fine Ikkaku." She huffed. "Now let's get the hell outta here. Later Joe." She left as if nothing happened.

Ikkaku put Rangiku's arm around his neck, helping her walk back home. He piled her up in the backseat, watching as she fell asleep. He drove back to the mansion Yamamoto built for the soul reapers stay.

"How was it Madarame?" Toushirou snickered as he got out of the car.

"Shut it brat." Ikkaku snapped. "Your Lieutenant got us into some trouble; bar fight."

Zaraki's laughter echoed out.

"Well you should've expected it. Oh, the night's not over yet. Take her upstairs and then report back to the kitchen. You guys are in time for late night poker."

"Isn't that what got me here." Ikkaku stated scooping up Rangiku as he closed the car door. "One hell of a first date..." He muttered.